BY ANDREW MOODY Smoking crack feels good. That’s the honest truth. It will completely destroy you, but the fact remains: smoking crack feels good. I first started smoking crack when I was about twenty or twenty one. It seemed like a natural progression for me. I fell in love with the romance of crack addiction.… Read More Notes from Underground
BY ANDREW MOODY The seventeenth month anniversary of my psychiatric incarceration occurred on January 22nd 2021, two days after Joe Biden’s inauguration. My ex girlfriend Khair was the start of it all, a beautiful Somali with high cheekbones, full lips, big brown eyes, a rapier wit and a taste for danger. We met in 2017… Read More 17 Months
BY ANDREW MOODY It’s been a few weeks since I absconded from the Acute Ward. I was registered as a missing person, and the police texted and called me every hour I was AWOL. Wandering on aching feet throughout London, I couldn’t get a hotel room because of Covid 19 measures, meaning they only accepted… Read More Drugs Don’t Work
BY ANDREW MOODY In the cab toward Trafalgar Square, several police cars zoom past us. It’s getting dark. “Something’s kicked off,” I say. “An accident,” the cab driver says. We drive on for a few minutes until we pass a car overturned in the road, sectioned off by the police. “Jesus,” I say. I haven’t… Read More High & Dry in London
I Have a Name 